[Not Damien] [Scrawled in jagged, hasty Abyssal]In the fires of sacrifice, upon altars of bone, our immortal masters rise. Return our stolen king, or all will serve as kindling for the rites.[In sloppy, near-illegible Common]GIVE US KESTREL
Kestrel walks by the boards and notices the change to the bloody note. She sits and starts writing a new copy and several fast letters.
a woman dressed in green stops and stares at the symbol ...."well that is not good" Giselle adjusts her glasses and takes out her book and quill, copying the words down